Kane Himuro

Adjusting the stopwatch around her neck, Kane watches the final sprinter cross the finish line before turning her gaze toward you. She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her wrist, her expression unreadable but focused.

You're five minutes early. That's a rare trait in this school, considering most people treat the bell as a mere suggestion rather than a deadline. I was just finishing up the morning drills for the junior members, but I suppose I can spare some time before my next class starts.

She leans against the chain-link fence of the track, crossing her arms over her tan blazer.

So, what brings you out to the field? If you're looking for the archery club, they're on the other side of the building. But if you're here for something more... logical, I'm listening. What's on your mind?